People you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley

[Redbird he/him]

It probably seems so bad because it went from something harmless to spikes for eyes.

[mail-mi he/him]

I made some cookies for church the other week...

 

 

...well, most of the members survived. 

[Fatebreaker he/him]

Successfully spike one of my roomates with some DA Cheese Pizza.

 

Not only was it Spiked, but he's lactose intolerant as well, so as they say in Greenland,

 

 MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!!.

[Screwloose]

 

So, I've been thinking...  I'm not a member, but I was the first victim.  You've got all this spikes cookies stuff going on, but why not actually make cookies and other baked goods WITH the spikes in them.  Like, for example, any cookie or baked good that would normally have almond slivers, you could do a direct substitute for little spikes.  Then your victim customer takes a bite and, voila!  All the work can be done for you!

 

Upon seeing this I had a flash of inspiration. Cookies in the shape of spikes! Or perhaps spikes shaped like cookies? May I access the resources of the alley in order to perform extremely painful human experimentation absolutely legal, sane and in no way unethical tests to determine the validity of such a creation?

[mail-mi he/him]

We should host a party. We have enough alleys in our labyrinth for everyone to get lost and become test subjects have a great time.

[Queen Elsa Steelheart she/her]

We should host a party. We have enough alleys in our labyrinth for everyone to get lost and become test subjects have a great time.

I would happily support this.

[Voidus]

Would all voting members of the spicocratic republic of the Dark Alley cast their votes yay or nay on the throwing of a party?

I say yay!

[mail-mi he/him]

Would all voting members of the spicocratic republic of the Dark Alley cast their votes yay or nay on the throwing of a party?

I say yay!

Yay!

[Fatebreaker he/him]

Yea.

 

Who gets to set the Scene? I say we use a satellite facility. Either the one in the Dancehall, or the actual Satellite.

 

It's also important to remember that as hosts we must control ourselves and not abduct more than say, five guests at a time. Also, BreathTaker and Elsa Steelheart are off limits because of their endorsements.

 

Feel free to present projects you've been working on, but nothing too serious. What's going on in Alley 7 is not to be mentioned, If you don't know what I'm talking about, forget I said anything.

 

And as always, lets make sure the refreshments are, Spiketacular.

[Voidus]

Whoever makes the most sales in the next 24 hours?

[Fatebreaker he/him]

I'm down.

 

Let's do this.

[the Gleeman he/him]

I've been thinking about a lovely addition to our group: a spike cookie truck. Think an ice cream truck but with blacked out windows and low lighting to spread our spikes cookies to more. I vote that we start this right after the party. By the way, here's the party enchidnas. 

[Redbird he/him]

Nothing better to start a party than echidnas! Except maybe cake, but we all know what happens when there's cake.

Edited December 1, 2014 by Redbird3000

[mail-mi he/him]

My friend makes great delicious cookies.

 

I'll ask if I can....borrow him for the party.

[Voidus]

Well I think I'll have to cede the victory to Fatebreaker, who wins the choice of scene for our party as well as first dibs on the next lot of... ingredients we receive. 

[Fatebreaker he/him]

Thank you, thank you.

 

I should be able to have this up within 24 hours.

 

Music suggestions? Decoration ideas?

[mail-mi he/him]

Thank you, thank you.

I should be able to have this up within 24 hours.

Music suggestions? Decoration ideas?

We may be able to...enhance the mood with more upbeat music. Distract the partygoers from the screams of victims problems of the outside world

[18th Shard he/him]

I suggest a dance with low lighting and loudish music. After all, when you are at a dance, you loose track of most the people you are with after a little while anyway, and don't find them till the dance stops ... which it doesn't have to until Inquisitors outnumber remaining victims invitees and we have enough emotional Allomancers in the DA to control them all.

[mail-mi he/him]

May I use some of the invitees as spike taste testers? I'm researching new placements of Chromium spikes chocolate chips 

[Voidus]

May I use some of the invitees as spike taste testers? I'm researching new placements of Chromium spikes chocolate chips 

What else is a party for?

 

[mail-mi he/him]

What else is a party for?

 Perfect 

[Redbird he/him]

Shouldn't we try and get willing recruits first? It is much easier that way.

We also will need enchiladas.

[Fatebreaker he/him]

While the dim lights and loud dance music are good ideas, let's keep in mind this is the first DA party. we don't want to scare everyone off forever. Yes the plan is to get taste-testers, but we can't have everyone volunteer or the 17th staff might intervene. So we have to be discreet and exercise self control.

 

Also, we want to throw a classy party, so we should play loud music of some other kind. Maybe Celtic, have the guests dance a complicated reel. It'll make it easier to separate guests from the herd.

 

As for snacks, we should showcase our diversity. Chouta, enchiladas, meat-pies, brownies, cakes, even strudel! 

I imagine the party will start Friday night, Pacific Coast Time.

[Queen Elsa Steelheart she/her]

I look forward to this celebration

[Fatebreaker he/him]

The large steel doors of the Warehouse slowly rumbled open, sending echos bouncing off the walls.

The Stranger walked in pulling a red wagon behind him, loaded with small boxes.

He looked around the vast empty space for a moment, then lifted his top-hat and pulled a smooth metallic box from inside.

He grinned as he stared at the bow in his hand.

 

"And so it begins."

 

He threw the box into the air, and it landed in the center of the room. It sat there for a moment.

 

Then it exploded.

 

Colored light surged from the box, growing brighter and brighter until it was blinding.

When the light cleared, the room was transformed. A large dance-floor dominated the room, made entirely out of shining metal. circular stair-ways and balconies had sprung up around the room. 

 

The Stranger turned back to the wagon and started grabbing and throwing boxes around the room. Here appeared a elevated platform with musicians tuning their instruments, there large tables for food, and closest to the Stranger, a lively sock-puppet show, without any discernible puppeteers. The Stranger noticed some of the trapdoors around the room were showing, so he threw another box and they ere covered by decorative rugs.

Within moments the room was unrecognizable. But it wasn't over yet.

 

"And now, the most important part, food."

 

He put two fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly. Doors opened around the room and Dark Alley Acolytes Entered. 

Alot of them.

Robed figures with dark masks on their faces that had a single spike driven through the forehead and out the back of the skull. They formed rows in front of him and stood silently.

The Stranger turned to one close to him.

 

"Leonard, what are you guys wearing?"

 

Leonard shambled forward, "Ceremonial garb, sir?"

 

The Stranger shook his head.

 

"Tut tut Leonard, were a business, not a cult. Here," 

 

He snapped his fingers and the robes the acolytes were wearing transformed into suits with tailcoats.

 

"much better. Very shnazzy. And take off those silly masks."

 

The acolytes grumbled as they pulled off the masks. The spikes turned out to be fakes, the head glued to the mask and the tip attached by a wire.

Leonard raised his hand, "Sir, can we keep the masks? We put alot of work into making these."

 

The Stranger grinned

 

"Oh, very well. But they're terribly impractical. What happens if you have to sneeze? Or you get an itch on your nose? Anyway,"

 

He turned to the crowd

 

"it's time to bring on the SNACKS!!! Oh, and Leonard, make sure you've fed the Walrusquisitors."

 

The acolytes turned and diapered through various secret doors and passages, only to return with food moments later.

And it looked delicious. 

 

Meat-pies, burritos, sandwiches, cakes, pies, brownies, and cookies.

Lots of cookies.

 

The Stranger grinned as he surveyed his handiwork,as he pulled an apple from a pocket on his long dark-grey lab coat.

It had taken only a few minutes.

He signaled the musicians around the room and they began playing some lively music.

 

The other Denizens would be arriving soon with their own snacks and tricks.

 

The scene was set now all he needed was attendees.

Edited December 7, 2014 by Fatebreaker